The Journey

Commenced a journey in vain,
Washed down by thunder and rain,
Hours of kneeling in vain,
Restricted my thoughts with pain.

A mountain I thought I’ll climb,
A kingdom I vowed to outshine,
Just a reason for desperate situations.

A heart swollen with tears,
Melting away all the years,
Forlorn I went into the unknown
How do I know it’s the unknown?

Sweeping eagles all hover above,
They see the prey then shine out loud.
A sparkling in the eye,
A rabbit’s neck cut! Why?
It’s daily routine, its daily quarantine.

You don’t judge,
You don’t fudge.
Crazy as it seems, its better than the worldly affairs.

The journey ended half way through.
It started, it jerked and made me new.
Did it?

Millions have taken one,
Others are still to take.
Why does the journey feel so great?

Like a sea of oceans,
Like a dream of seasons
I move on!
The man, the child and me!

Cut across a channel of joy,
It lurks, it casts a shadow so clear…
Yet won’t stay, this I know
In hours of distress there’s sorrow too!

Wheels of fortune through the air.
Castles built but do they care?
Of men and women who cringe for space!
Be gone I say, be gone today!
You deserve the earthly rage again,
My friend and I have escaped the disdain.

Thunder mountains in the sky,
Calling us to yonder…Go fly
We’ll lead the change with shallow strain
I care for nothing, nothing is same.

We build the long hours and try,
A spring of joy a lovely sky,
A gap so wide the earth is nowhere!

Why care? Why care? Why care...?

Create the Creator!

A voluminous truce of insanity
I welcomed back humanity
Of unwell shores and secluded delights,
A legal battle by moths for neon lights.

Nuances of illicit emotions
A change of heart for unkept reactions
I cross my legs in discomfort
I look at the horizon with little effort.

Wings guiding their flights,
Crossing the shoes of wakeful delights
The peacock stares at the broken wheel of myriad colours
Waiting to dip its feathers in drops of Solaris.

Looking at the challenges put forth,
I feel my life has been blazed through the forks,
The patheways of glory wait to beseech
Its rendereing a dream held stop with a screach.

Hollowed down voices of underachievement
Rising echoes of squanderers on the pavement,
Like a devil incinerate,
It wreaks of people who wait.

The Oblivion

All passions subside,
Long towers collide,
Engaging ideas are polite

The oceans beckon,
The years overcome,
Making changes,
Through yearly fringes.

A sleek oblivion,
A challenge of Arian,
A crossbow of thought,
A feeling that surmounts.

I call it lever,
Making the quiver,
Of boundaries and shiver,
We welcome the beaver.

Never ending seasons,
Of perfect reasons,
Songs and threesomes,
We welcome the masons.

Zindagi Ek Kwaab:

Har raat ko subah mili,
Har dil ko dard mila,
Har saaye ko andhera,
Har ujaale ko basera

Par pyass abhi hai
Kuch yaad abhi hai
Who puchte hai chain kaha?
In andheron mein savera kaha?

Pucho toh jano, ehsaas hi hai rutba
Kashish hai yeh ajooba.

Pathrile Khwaab

Ek unsuni si aatma,
Cheek rahi hai kone se,
Ek khwaab hai jo pura na hua,
Dildaar hai jo haath se chut gaya.

Phir bhi hai kashish,
Ek koshish, ek antim abhilasha,
Saason ko bhulane ki kasar na chodi.
Yaadon ko bandkar hatheli mein door kayi phenk aaya,
Phir bhi hai talaash, jane kiski hai talaash?
Kahi un yaadon ki toh nahi?


Woh hansiyon ki baarish,
Woh unsuni si khwaaish,
Woh pyaar dard mein lipti hui,
Woh dard pyaar mein bandhi hui!


Har pal tanha hai, har pal sunehra,
Kitni yaadein saamayi hai, dil hai gehra,
Aaj dard ko na roko,Behne do aansuon ka saagar,
Ek lamha, ek boondh se bhara.
Khele, tatolo us boondh ko tum,
Hulchul ho koi toh hone do,
Phir khilo usse aur
Sajao ek naya savera.

Remember the time

The mind has become numb,
the feelings are dead.
No more do the flowers blossom,
no more do I swoop to smell them.

How painful is separation,
Finally i know, it wreaks of isolation.
So condemned to be free,
My words are emptier than my soul.
The whole being craves for glories behold.

The sparks of joy come and go,
They tend to ignite & win,
How many changes have i seen,
So fast, so quick, it bleeds the spleen.

Give me time to recover my beloved,
for you and I will be one someday.
Till then you be happy and sad.

Cause I am hurt and its really bad,
Why should we speak of living?
When every place speaks of death.

A ray of hope somewhere in the darkness,
I tend to follow it through its madness,
Clouded by fear and cries of hatred,
Shallow thoughts of friends and foes,
At least today the foe lasts longer than the friend.

Still I go on every day,
Dreaming and screaming within,
I wish it would end soon,
So that i can find the peace i am searchin'

Running towards a shore of happiness,
Moving close to kindness,
It feels good to be hurt though,
It taught me life and made me go...

To burn the feelings through the air,
And write reasons that i still care,
Through the wear and tear a heart melts,
Away to bear a pain so unknown it scares.

Something found, something lost.

Finally found rest a heart,
Secure in a nest.

Broken, betrayed enclosed abreast,
Carried away to tales of unrest.

Marching feelings of love & disgust,
A source of constant need to repress.

Age on age, man tried to dress,
A volatile mind fueled with fear & detest.

Singing songs of disparity,
Going back towards singularity.

Oh! Please can i get a time machine,
To save me from this Frankenstein.

Sarcastic laughter across the land,
Its cruel but feels like a soothing hand.

Meanings have changed, meanings are lost,
Going down the narrow lane to be with the ghost.

Never will i say again,
Love makes a man go insane,
It makes him sane.